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CAESAR. No more than my residing here at Rome |
Might be to you in Egypt. Yet, if you there |
Did practise on my state, your being in Egypt |
Might be my question. |
ANTONY. How intend you- practis'd? |
CAESAR. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent |
By what did here befall me. Your wife and brother |
Made wars upon me, and their contestation |
Was theme for you; you were the word of war. |
ANTONY. You do mistake your business; my brother never |
Did urge me in his act. I did inquire it, |
And have my learning from some true reports |
That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather |
Discredit my authority with yours, |
And make the wars alike against my stomach, |
Having alike your cause? Of this my letters |
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel, |
As matter whole you have not to make it with, |
It must not be with this. |
CAESAR. You praise yourself |
By laying defects of judgment to me; but |
You patch'd up your excuses. |
ANTONY. Not so, not so; |
I know you could not lack, I am certain on't, |
Very necessity of this thought, that I, |
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought, |
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars |
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife, |
I would you had her spirit in such another! |
The third o' th' world is yours, which with a snaffle |
You may pace easy, but not such a wife. |
ENOBARBUS. Would we had all such wives, that the men might go to |
wars with the women! |
ANTONY. So much uncurbable, her garboils, Caesar, |
Made out of her impatience- which not wanted |
Shrewdness of policy too- I grieving grant |
Did you too much disquiet. For that you must |
But say I could not help it. |
CAESAR. I wrote to you |
When rioting in Alexandria; you |
Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts |
Did gibe my missive out of audience. |
ANTONY. Sir, |
He fell upon me ere admitted. Then |
Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want |
Of what I was i' th' morning; but next day |
I told him of myself, which was as much |
As to have ask'd him pardon. Let this fellow |
Be nothing of our strife; if we contend, |
Out of our question wipe him. |
CAESAR. You have broken |
The article of your oath, which you shall never |
Have tongue to charge me with. |
LEPIDUS. Soft, Caesar! |
ANTONY. No; |
Lepidus, let him speak. |
The honour is sacred which he talks on now, |
Supposing that I lack'd it. But on, Caesar: |
The article of my oath- |
CAESAR. To lend me arms and aid when I requir'd them, |
The which you both denied. |
ANTONY. Neglected, rather; |
And then when poisoned hours had bound me up |
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may, |
I'll play the penitent to you; but mine honesty |
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power |
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia, |
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here; |
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do |
So far ask pardon as befits mine honour |
To stoop in such a case. |
LEPIDUS. 'Tis noble spoken. |
MAECENAS. If it might please you to enforce no further |
The griefs between ye- to forget them quite |
Were to remember that the present need |
Speaks to atone you. |
LEPIDUS. Worthily spoken, Maecenas. |
ENOBARBUS. Or, if you borrow one another's love for the instant, |
you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again. |
You shall have time to wrangle in when you have nothing else to |
do. |
ANTONY. Thou art a soldier only. Speak no more. |
ENOBARBUS. That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. |
ANTONY. You wrong this presence; therefore speak no more. |
ENOBARBUS. Go to, then- your considerate stone! |
CAESAR. I do not much dislike the matter, but |
The manner of his speech; for't cannot be |
We shall remain in friendship, our conditions |
So diff'ring in their acts. Yet if I knew |
What hoop should hold us stanch, from edge to edge |
O' th' world, I would pursue it. |
AGRIPPA. Give me leave, Caesar. |
CAESAR. Speak, Agrippa. |
AGRIPPA. Thou hast a sister by the mother's side, |
Admir'd Octavia. Great Mark Antony |
Is now a widower. |
CAESAR. Say not so, Agrippa. |
If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof |
Were well deserv'd of rashness. |
ANTONY. I am not married, Caesar. Let me hear |
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